Raised in the system, Shiloh Luck’s first sixteen years have
been anything but lucky. After winning The Voice, she’s finally living the
dream—a record contract, talk shows, a North American tour opening for the
hottest band out there. Everything is going according to plan...until their
frontman, Tro Gunnison, explodes her life into chaos. He’s shallow,
self-centered, and completely infuriating, and he’ll do anything for notoriety.
Including her. Like it or not, she’s stuck with him for three months on the
road, but the longer they spend together, the more she begins to realize
there’s more to Tro than anyone has ever dug deep enough to find. If his
attention is anything other than just another publicity gimmick, she might let
herself see where it leads. But before she can risk everything, she has to be
sure.

If there’s one thing that Tro Gunnison has learned in the
six years since he left his past in the dust, it’s that living life big, bold,
and totally outrageous keeps people from seeing past the glare. He’s buried his
demons beneath six feet of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, and he’s convinced no
one will ever dig them up…until Lucky. She’s young, but not naive, and without
even trying, she sees past the facade to the man underneath…which scares the
hell out of him. Because what started out as smoke and mirrors has somehow
turned real, and for the first time in his life, there’s someone he cares about
more than himself. But it turns out getting Lucky could be a double-edged
sword.

He’s always been sure it would be his past that would bring him down, but it might turn out to be Jail Bait instead.

One. Two. Three deep breaths, pumping myself up for what comes next. People I’m supposed to smile at. Questions I’m supposed to answer wittily. Hundreds of eyes on me that I’m not supposed to be affected by. No big deal that if I fuck up and say the wrong thing, game over.
“That bad?”
The deep male voice rumbles through me, smooth in the middle but rough all around the edges.
And close.
My eyes snap open and my gaze darts through the backstage gloom as a dark form materializes out of the shadows next to the stack of crates I’m sitting on. The red cherry of a lit cigarette glows a streak across the dim as he lifts it to his mouth and takes a long drag. As the glowing tip brightens, it illuminates a mass of dark curls that stick up at every angle and appear to only ever have been combed by the multitude of women’s fists that have been twisted into them. Thick dark brows arch over deep-set eyes so intense I’m convinced I feel them burning a hole through mine.

About the Mia Storm:

Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for
her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens,
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